poems about onion bagels

Posts Tagged ‘secrecy’

there’s nothing to see here

i haven’t changed a thing

just ordered my usual,

an onion-flavored ring

you know these onion bagels

are all i ever eat

so keep your distance ’cause they make

my breath smell just like feet

it’s true this bagel’s onion

why would i ever lie?

but please don’t come and sit with me

you’ll make me feel too shy

you’ve pulled away my napkin

and now my cover’s blown

why couldn’t you leave me

and my garlic bagel alone?

So what tipped you off?

The onion crumbs under his collar,

or the Pepé Le Pew smear of cream cheese down his back?

And what, might I ask, are you doing here again anyway?

Aren’t you supposed to be at work?